"The two of you have a history together, correct?
Why don’t you catch up?"
Sharnoth chuckled as she glanced at Vexarion.
Then, she turned towards Ythric and—
"Toy two, take toy one away and put him in a cell.
I can’t have him run away again."
She ordered, and Ythric moved, not even caring about the fact that the man he was about to capture was his previous master.
"!!!"
Vexarion’s eyes widened, his body trembled as he used all his might to try and move but... his body had given out. All his limbs were attacked and bruised in such a manner that they could no longer be used, at least not until he was reborn.
And even if those limbs of his could move, it wouldn’t change anything since Vexarion’s mind itself had collapsed. Even though he wanted to run, wanting and actually being able to do it were two entirely different things.
Not to mention that with Sharnoth here, it was pretty much impossible for him to leave.
So even as Ythric walked towards him, prepared to throw him inside a prison where he would be tortured whenever this crazy woman wanted for eternity, the only thing Vexarion could do was tremble, while his eyes showed different emotions.
Anger.
Fear, intense fear, and—
Plea.
A desperate plea, literal begging to be let go, in any way possible, even if it meant true death.
Yes, Vexarion stared at the man who was once his subordinate, then at Sharnoth, then at the women standing behind her and begged from them all—
But...
None of them cared. Sharnoth just grinned at him as she turned around, walking towards the rest of the women. As for the said women, they didn’t seem to care about him one bit. To him, he was just... a source of entertainment.
As for Ythric...
The man walked toward him with dead eyes that showed no reaction even when he called him hundreds of times.
Ythric did not even acknowledge his existence, almost as if his memories had been wiped out and he was turned into a clean slate that only followed orders.
In the end, the puppet picked his previous master. The weak Vexarion, who had lost the ability to move his limbs, couldn’t resist.
"Keep good care of him, I don’t want any mistakes."
Sharnoth gave her order as she raised her hand without turning back toward the two, almost as if saying goodbye.
And Ythric, who from the beginning hadn’t said a word even when his previous master called him multiple times—
"As you command, Lady Sharnoth."
He nodded calmly, his voice so subservient that even Vexarion was somewhat taken aback. He looked at the man with a betrayed look on his face, but Ythric didn’t care. To him, Vexarion was just an order.
He picked the man and started moving in a specific manner despite Vexarion’s weak struggles.
This continued for a good fifteen minutes. By now, Vexarion himself had given up on escaping. His body was too weak to resist Ythric, his mind had collapsed to the point he couldn’t even use his Aura to suppress him.
Heck, he didn’t even have enough strength to kill himself.
He was nothing more than a living dead body, a body that could only tremble... helplessly.
Until...
"Kill yourself."
Until suddenly, Vexarion heard a voice.
"W-Wha...?"
He asked as he looked around, trying to see where the voice came from and...
It was Ythric.
And as if Ythric knew Vexarion did not quite register his words, he repeated himself, but this time, his tone was far clearer than before.
"Lord Vexarion, you need to kill yourself, hurry!"
His words, however, only confused Vexarion even further.
Lord Vexarion...?
This was what Ythric called him back in Aurendor, when he was loyal to him, but...
Why was he doing it now...?
Especially after ignoring him while he desperately begged for help...?
And as if Ythric knew what he was thinking, he began to explain.
"You need to run! You are the only one who can!"
He raised his voice, but only a little, as if he was afraid someone else would hear them. The way he continuously looked around while talking made it clear that Ythric did not want that to happen.
"R-Run...?"
Vexarion stuttered. Those words made his entire body shudder.
Run...?
Could he run away...?
Was that possible...?
"Yes!"
Ythric nodded.
"You need to kill yourself so you can rebuild your body, regaining all your energy so you can run."
"B-But you..."
Weren’t you together with that monster? Why are you helping me?
Vexarion wanted to ask, but he didn’t dare to. His mind had already collapsed to the point that even asking questions from a man who was once his subordinate made him... hesitant and fearful. His worry that something might go wrong and the torture might continue again broke him.
But Ythric knew what he was thinking, and he did not disappoint his Lord.
"She was too focused on you, so much that when she was brainwashing us, she made some mistakes, letting me find a loophole.



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